My Secret Crush on My Stepsister
My mind was still reeling from the previous night’s events as I stood in the kitchen, attempting to put away the groceries. Emily’s car had pulled into the driveway a few minutes ago, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and guilt as I watched her unload the bags. Our casual interactions always left me feeling lighthearted, but today was different. Today, I had a secret, one that I desperately wanted to keep hidden.
As I closed the front door behind her, I was met with her bright smile and a hint of a question in her eyes. “So, how was yoga?” she asked, her voice husky from her exertions. I returned her smile, trying to play it cool as I replied, “It was fantastic.” But my eyes betrayed me, drifting down to her yoga pants, which were clinging to her curves in a way that made my heart skip a beat.
After a few more minutes of small talk, Emily excused herself to take a shower, leaving me to finish putting away the groceries. But as I stood in the kitchen, my mind began to wander, and I found myself imagining what she looked like under the water. The steam, the curves of her body, the way the water would run down her skin… I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts, but they only seemed to intensify as I stood there, frozen in time.
When Emily called out from the bathroom, asking me to pass her the razor, I was caught off guard. I tried to compose myself, but my heart was racing as I handed her the razor, trying not to meet her gaze. But as I turned to leave, I couldn’t help but sneak a peek through the gap in the door. What I saw took my breath away.
The steam was swirling around her legs, and the water was running down her body in a way that made my heart stop. I tried to look away, but my eyes were drawn back to her, drinking in the sight of her curves, her breasts, her beautiful, wet body. I felt a twitch in my groin, and I knew I had to get out of there before I got caught.
But as I turned to leave, I heard the sound of the phone slipping from my fingers, and I knew I had to act fast. I reached into my pocket and fumbled for my phone, trying to lock it before it fell to the floor. But it was too late. The sound of the phone hitting the floor was loud enough for Emily to hear, and I knew I was in trouble.
I tried to play it cool, telling myself I was just there to pass her the razor, but my brain was screaming at me to get out of there. As I stood frozen, Emily got out of the shower and walked towards me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I tried to think of a way to explain myself, but my mind was a blank. And then, just as she was about to catch me, she walked straight past me and went to the vanity.
I let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived. As I stood there, trying to calm my racing heart, I heard Emily rummaging around in one of the drawers. And then, she walked past me again, this time kicking her washing across the floor. I jumped back in fright, not daring to peek again until I heard the shower start.
As I stood there, trying to process what had just happened, I saw Emily running her hand up and down over some clear object. And then, as I watched in shock, she reached down across her stomach and started rubbing her pussy lips. I felt a wave of lust wash over me, and I knew I had to get out of there. But as I stood frozen, I heard her moan, and I knew I had to see more.
“Mhhhhh Nancy, this is the best present you’ve ever gotten me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. I felt a jolt of surprise, wondering who Nancy was, but as I looked closer, I saw what she was holding in her hand. A glass dildo, with 4 or 5 pronounced bulbs running across a slightly curved shaft. I felt my cock harden in my pants, and I knew I had to get out of there, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot.
As I watched, transfixed, Emily began to use the dildo, moaning and rubbing it around inside her. I felt my cock straining against my pants, and I knew I had to act fast. I reached down and undid my belt, pulling my pants down enough to free myself. As I started to stroke myself, Emily slipped a second bulb into herself, moaning loudly as she rocked the dildo back and forth.
I felt a surge of excitement, mixed with guilt, as I watched Emily in the shower. And then, as I stood there, frozen in time, I saw her yoga pants sticking out from behind the door. An idea formed in my mind, and I reached out, carefully untangling her panties from the door. As I held them in my hand, I felt a rush of excitement, mixed with fear. What had I just done?
As I stood there, my hand wrapped around the panties, I felt a wave of lust wash over me. The musky aroma of her womanhood mixed with the tang of her sweat, and I knew I was in trouble. I continued to stroke myself, watching as Emily slipped the dildo in and out of herself, moaning in ecstasy.
And then, as I stood there, frozen in time, I felt a sense of clarity wash over me. I knew what I had to do. I had to get out of there, before I got caught. But as I turned to leave, I heard Emily’s voice, whispering in my ear. “Ooooohhh fuck.”
As Emily collapses onto the floor, she looks completely drained, her eyes fixed on some unknown point beyond me. Her fingers run up and down her arms, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she begins to stand up.
Fearing being caught, I quickly stand up and shove the soiled panties into my pocket, my heart racing with anticipation.
Walking quietly down the hall and out the front door, I exit into the cold night air, the rain pounding against my skin. On the short walk home, I think of the events of tonight, almost in disbelief at what happened.
I think on what Emily said about my mother and her “present,” a mysterious phrase that still lingers in my mind.
Walking in the front door of my house and through to the living room, I see my mother sitting on the couch, her laptop closed.
“You’re home late,” she remarks, looking up from her laptop.
“Yeah, Emily took her time,” I respond, trying to sound calm and casual.
“So did she enjoy yoga?” she asks, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
“Yeah, she did, she said it felt really good to stretch herself out,” I reply, trying to keep my tone light.
My mother chuckles, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
“I’m sure she did,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
I pause for a moment, unsure of how to respond.
As I walk into the kitchen, I glance out the window and see Emily standing in the rain, her deep red cocktail dress clinging to her body.
“Emily, are you alright?” I ask, my voice laced with concern.
“What are you doing out in the rain?” I add, trying to keep my tone light.
She steps inside, her hair plastered to her face, and I realize she’s crying.
“Emily, what’s wrong?” I ask softly, my heart racing with worry.
“I… M-my… Is Nancy here?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“No, she’s at a conference and won’t be back for a few days,” I reply, shutting the door.
“Oh,” she says, looking down at the ground.
“I just, I really need to talk to her,” she adds, her voice trembling.
“Well, how about I make you a hot drink and then we can have a talk instead?” I offer, trying to sound calm.
“Oh, I don’t know. Are you sure?” she asks, looking almost nervous.
“Of course, don’t be silly,” I reply, smiling at her.
“Whatever it is, you can talk to me about it,” I add, trying to reassure her.
She looks up from the floor to meet my gaze, a faint smile on her lips.
“Thank you,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
As I make her a hot drink, I notice she’s still shivering, her body tense with worry.
“Do you want tea?” I ask, putting the kettle back on the stand.
“Yes, please,” she replies, her voice still trembling.
“I have a Black tea with… extra milk and a pinch of cinnamon, as well as a spoon of honey?” I interrupt.
“You know me too well,” she says, laughing.
“Also maybe a dash of Bourbon?” she adds, a hint of mischief in her voice.
I nod my head in approval and open the liquor cabinet.
“We have Jameson whiskey or Jim bean,” I say, digging around.
“Jameson, thanks,” she replies, sniffling.
As I make her drink, I notice she’s still shivering, her body tense with worry.
“Maybe… maybe just a little more?” she asks timidly, her eyes fixed on the bottle.
I raise my eyebrows, unsure of what to do.
As I pass her the drink, I notice her hands are still shaking.
“Thanks,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.
She wraps her hands around the steaming mug for a few seconds before picking up the towel and beginning to dry her hair.
As she lifts her arms up over her head, the towel covers her eyes, and I get an unobstructed view of her firm breasts.
I couldn’t see any evidence of a bra under the soaked fabric of her dress.
She pulls the towel off her head, making my eyes snap back to hers.
“I’m really sorry to bother you at this time of night,” Emily says quietly, her eyes fixed on the steam rising off her mug.
“Don’t be silly,” I reply, smiling at her.
“Whatever it is, you can talk to me about it,” I add, trying to reassure her.
As she takes a sip from her drink, she breaks down into tears, her shoulders shaking with sobs.
“Hey,” I say firmly, trying to calm her down.
“You know you’re always welcome here, now why don’t you tell me what happened?” I ask, trying to sound gentle.
She wipes her nose and takes a couple of seconds to collect herself.
“It’s Peter, He was supposed to take me out tonight, It’s our 15th anniversary,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
“He didn’t forget, did he?” I ask, trying to sound calm.
“Oh, he didn’t just forget,” she replies, a hint of malice in her voice.
“He’s also been having an affair with one of his co-workers and I found out tonight,” she adds, her voice trembling.
“He confessed to cheating on your anniversary?” I ask incredulously.
“Oh no, that dirty fucker didn’t confess. I only found out when I found her fucking PANTIES in the backseat of my FUCKING CAR!”
Her sudden outburst turns into a quiet sob as she lowers her head into her hands.
“That’s awful Emily. I… I’m so sorry,” I say, trying to sound gentle.
Lifting her head up, she takes another sip from her mug, her eyes fixed on the steam rising off the liquid.
“James, did you really mean what you said before? About me being a beautiful woman?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course,” I reply, trying to sound sincere.
“I think that you are incredibly attractive, and one of the nicest people I know. Peter’s an idiot if he can’t see that,” I add, trying to reassure her.
“Oh, you’re too kind,” she says, a faint smile on her lips.
She reaches a hand over the back of her head and places it on my cheek, her body tense with anticipation.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me, You’re such a lovely young man,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Any time Emily,” I reply, trying to sound gentle.
As I drape my hand over her hip, I feel her body tense up, then slowly relax and fall further into my arms.
Running my hand over the taught muscles of her stomach, I hear her take a sharp breath in before letting out a low sigh.
Slowly, she pushes herself gently against me, my hardening cock nestling in the cleft of her ass.
“Mhhhhhhh, my husband never holds me like this anymore,” she says softly, tilting her head back so that our cheeks touch.
I trace my fingers in circles over her stomach, running them around her navel and drawing lines between her ribs.
Her breathing seems to deepen slightly as she pushes herself into me, now rock hard my cock presses firmly into the wet skintight fabric of her dress.
Slowly I circle my hand further and further up, until my fingers ever so slightly trace along the underside of her breasts.
“Uhh” she moans almost inaudibly as my fingertips graze over the front of her breasts, teasing around her nipples but never quite making contact.
Reaching over me, she places her hand on my back and pulls me into her even further.
All this time, neither of us saying anything, her deepening breaths the only sound in the room.
After a few more minutes of teasing, I finally run my fingers over her nipple, pushing it down to the side before letting it spring back.
At the same time, I thrust forward and press my cock against the crease of her skirt.
As I lie down next to her, I realize that I’m not sure if this is a good idea, but I don’t want to upset her.
“Shhhhhh, It’s ok,” I say in an soothing voice, trying to calm her down.
After a few minutes, she begins to calm down, her breathing slow and regular.
She lies still for a few more minutes before clearing her throat.
“James, did you really mean what you said before? About me being a beautiful woman?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course,” I reply, trying to sound sincere.
“I think that you are incredibly attractive, and one of the nicest people I know. Peter’s an idiot if he can’t see that,” I add, trying to reassure her.
“Oh, you’re too kind,” she says, a faint smile on her lips.
As I lie there, my hand on her hip, I feel her body tense up, and then slowly relax and fall further into my arms.
Running my hand over the taught muscles of her stomach, I hear her take a sharp breath in before letting out a low sigh.
Slowly, she pushes herself gently against me, my hardening cock nestling in the cleft of her ass.
“Mhhhhhhh, my husband never holds me like this anymore,” she says softly, tilting her head back so that our cheeks touch.
I trace my fingers in circles over her stomach, running them around her navel and drawing lines between her ribs.
Her breathing seems to deepen slightly as she pushes herself into me, now rock hard my cock presses firmly into the wet skintight fabric of her dress.
Slowly I circle my hand further and further up, until my fingers ever so slightly trace along the underside of her breasts.
“Uhh” she moans almost inaudibly as my fingertips graze over the front of her breasts, teasing around her nipples but never quite making contact.
Reaching over me, she places her hand on my back and pulls me into her even further.
All this time, neither of us saying anything, her deepening breaths the only sound in the room.
After a few more minutes of teasing, I finally run my fingers over her nipple, pushing it down to the side before letting it spring back.
At the same time, I thrust forward and press my cock against the crease of her skirt.
As I lie down next to her, I realize that I’m not sure if this is a good idea, but I don’t want to upset her.
“Shhhhhh, It’s ok,” I say in an soothing voice, trying to calm her down.
After a few minutes, she begins to calm down, her breathing slow and regular.
She lies still for a few more minutes before clearing her throat.
“James, did you really mean what you said before? About me being a beautiful woman?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course,” I reply, trying to sound sincere.
“I think that you are incredibly attractive, and one of the nicest people I know. Peter’s an idiot if he can’t see that,” I add, trying to reassure her.
“Oh, you’re too kind,” she says, a faint smile on her lips.
As I lie there, my hand on her hip, I feel her body tense up, and then slowly relax and fall further into my arms.
Running my hand over the taught muscles of her stomach, I hear her take a sharp breath in before letting out a low sigh.
Slowly, she pushes herself gently against me, my hardening cock nestling in the cleft of her ass.
“Mhhhhhhh, my husband never holds me like this anymore,” she says softly, tilting her head back so that our cheeks touch.
I trace my fingers in circles over her stomach, running them around her navel and drawing lines between her ribs.
Her breathing seems to deepen slightly as she pushes herself into me, now rock hard my cock presses firmly into the wet skintight fabric of her dress.
Slowly I circle my hand further and further up, until my fingers ever so slightly trace along the underside of her breasts.
“Uhh” she moans almost inaudibly as my fingertips graze over the front of her breasts, teasing around her nipples but never quite making contact.
Reaching over me, she places her hand on my back and pulls me into her even further.
All this time, neither of us saying anything, her deepening breaths the only sound in the room.
As I lie there, my hand on her hip, I realize that I’m not sure if this is a good idea, but I don’t want to upset her.
“Shhhhhh, It’s ok,” I say in an soothing voice, trying to calm her down.
After a few minutes, she begins to calm down, her breathing slow and regular.
She lies still for a few more minutes before clearing her throat.
“James, did you really mean what you said before? About me being a beautiful woman?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course,” I reply, trying to sound sincere.
“I think that you are incredibly attractive, and one of the nicest people I know. Peter’s an idiot if he can’t see that,” I add, trying to reassure her.
“Oh, you’re too kind,” she says, a faint smile on her lips.
As I lie there, my hand on her hip, I feel her body tense up, and then slowly relax and fall further into my arms.
Running my hand over the taught muscles of her stomach, I hear her take a sharp breath in before letting out a low sigh.
Slowly, she pushes herself gently against me, my hardening cock nestling in the cleft of her ass.
“Mhhhhhhh, my husband never holds me like this anymore,” she says softly, tilting her head back so that our cheeks touch.
I trace my fingers in circles over her stomach, running them around her navel and drawing lines between her ribs.
Her breathing seems to deepen slightly as she pushes herself into me, now rock hard my cock presses firmly into the wet skintight fabric of her dress.
Slowly I circle my hand further and further up, until my fingers ever so slightly trace along the underside of her breasts.
“Uhh” she moans almost inaudibly as my fingertips graze over the front of her breasts, teasing around her nipples but never quite making contact.
Reaching over me, she places her hand on my back and pulls me into her even further.
All this time, neither of us saying anything, her deepening breaths the only sound in the room.
As I lie there, my hand on her hip, I realize that I’m not sure if this is a good idea, but I don’t want to upset her.
“Shhhhhh, It’s ok,” I say in an soothing voice, trying to calm her down.
After a few minutes, she begins to calm down, her breathing slow and regular.
She lies still for a few more minutes before clearing her throat.
“James, did you really mean what you said before? About me being a beautiful woman?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course,” I reply, trying to sound sincere.
“I think that you are incredibly attractive, and one of the nicest people I know. Peter’s an idiot if he can’t see that,” I add, trying to reassure her.
“Oh, you’re too kind,” she says, a faint smile on her lips.
As I lie there, my hand on her hip, I feel her body tense up, and then slowly relax and fall further into my arms.
Running my hand over the taught muscles of her stomach, I hear her take a sharp breath in before letting out a low sigh.
She lies still for a few more minutes, her breathing slow and regular.
As I lie there, I realize that I’m not sure if this is a good idea, but I don’t want to upset her.
“Shhhhhh, It’s ok,” I say in an soothing voice, trying to calm her down.
A sudden rush of desire washed over me as she arched her back and pushed her hips into my groin. I reached underneath her, my hand instinctively drifting to her breast. I cupped one breast while I rolled the nipple of the other, the gentle touch eliciting a soft moan from her as she began to buck her hips against me.
“I can’t believe what I’m doing,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.
“Shh, remind you of how you deserve to be treated,” I responded, my fingers dancing across her skin.
My hand slid further down, tracing the curve of her waist and the band of her panties. I could feel the heat emanating from her sex, a sweet, intoxicating scent that drew me in.
“Oh, please!” she whimpers, her hips moving in time with my fingers as I teased her.
“Please what?” I replied coyly, my fingers dancing across her skin.
“Touch me,” she breathed, her voice husky with desire.
I pulled my head back, my lips tracing a path across hers. Finally, I gave in, my hand pressing firmly against her panty-clad pussy. I could feel her soaking wetness, a sweet, sticky liquid that seemed to draw me in.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she moaned as I stroked her, her hips moving in time with my fingers.
Suddenly, I was overcome with a sense of urgency. I needed to taste her, to feel her sweet, velvet flesh beneath my tongue.
I pulled my hand out of her panties and slid my fingers up her stomach, tracing a path to her breasts. I cupped one breast, my thumb rolling across her nipple as I leaned in to kiss her.
“You’re so hard!” she exclaimed, her fingers wrapping around my shaft as she worked my belt loose.
I gave no response, my focus solely on the woman beneath me. I pushed her panties further into her sopping pussy, triggering a moan as she forced her hips harder against my hand.
“Uhh, uhh, uhh,” she sighed as I worked my fingers into her, feeling her tightness contract around me.
I lowered my head, my tongue tracing a path across her breast as I stretched out my thumb to rub the folds around her clit.
Removing my hand from her panties, I sat up and kneeled behind her, wrapping my arms around her chest as I pulled her up to kneel in front of me.
Cupping her breast, I pulled her back, her back pressing against my chest as her head draped over my shoulder.
I reached down, my fingers tracing a path underneath her dress as I slid her panties to the side. I teased my fingers around her wet opening, feeling the heat emanating from her sex.
“Uhh, uhh, uhh,” she moaned as I slid two fingers into her, feeling her tightness contract around me.
I took this opportunity to kiss and lick along her neck, her soft moans affirming her pleasure as she rocked her ass up and down against me.
As I slid my middle and ring finger in and out of her pussy, I placed the rest of my hand flat against her lips and pulled upwards.
“Uhh, uhh, uhh,” she moaned, her body shaking with pleasure.
I felt her begin to shake and squeeze faster as her moans became increasingly desperate.
“Oh, my god,” she whispered, her body trembling with pleasure.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” she begged, her hips pushing against my hand as I worked my fingers into her.
I met her thrusts by pushing my hand harder against her, lifting her up off the bed as I buried my fingers deep inside her.
“W-what are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begged, her body shaking with pleasure.
Suddenly, I was overcome with a sense of urgency. I needed to taste her, to feel her sweet, velvet flesh beneath my tongue.
I pulled my fingers out of her and traced them up and over her lips. Moving her to the side, I kissed and licked along the back of her neck.
She moaned as I moved to the side of her neck and sucked hard just below her jaw. Moving to her back, I grabbed the zip of her dress with my teeth and pulled it down to the small of her back.
Then, working my way back up, I planted soft kisses along her spine. Shuddering as I bit softly on the lobes of her ears, she reached up and slid the dress off her shoulders.
Reaching over her, I ran my hands over her breasts and down her stomach to her waist, using my forearms to push the dress down.
Moving to her side, I lay her down on the bed and swung my leg over her. Leaning in, I kissed her passionately, our tongues fighting for dominance as we moved against each other.
Reaching a hand down under her dress, I traced my fingers along the outside of her panties. Feeling the heat pulsing from underneath, I shifted down her neck to her collarbones.
Before kissing along the top of her bra, I ran my tongue under the slight lift created by her cleavage. She moaned her approval and ran her hands through my hair, pushing me harder against her.
I used my other hand to unclasp the front of her bra. Her breasts fell loose, still remaining quite upright and perky, with light pink nipples standing firmly apart from her pale skin.
She guided me toward her right nipple, but I pulled away slightly, instead licking and sucking around her breast.
Going from her cleavage to the top of her breast to the underside, I traced circles around her nipple. Despite my resistance, she continuously pulled me toward the center of her breast.
“Please!” she whined, her voice husky with desire.
“Don’t tease me any longer,” she begged.
Giving in a little, I ran my tongue once lightly across her nipple, pushing it down with my tongue. She tensed up but relaxed as I went back to teasing just around it.
Catching her off guard every time, I ran my tongue over her nipple and swirled it around. She tensed before relaxing, just as she relaxed, I placed my mouth over her nipple and sucked hard as I pressed her panties firmly between her folds.
“Ahhhhhh,” she gasped, her hips pressing back against my hand as my thumb rolled around near the top of her slit.
She eased up after a few seconds, and at that point, I assaulted her nipple with a quick series of gently bites, keeping my mouth suctioned over her breast.
“Oh, fuck,” she yelled in a hoarse whisper as she convulsed beneath me. Grabbing handfuls of my hair, she pressed herself against me.
I let her calm down a little before switching to her other breast and giving her the same treatment.
After a few minutes, I began to kiss lower, running my tongue down her stomach and around her navel. Shifting my weight backwards, I slid her dress off completely, leaving her in nothing but a pair of soaked red panties.
“Oh, my god, are you going to…?” she started to ask, her voice trailing off as I ran my tongue just under the top of her panties.
“Are you…?” I replied, my tongue tracing a path along her hip.
She seemed a little lost for words as I ran my tongue along the inside of her thigh, tracing parallel to the leg of her panties. My passes got closer and closer until my tongue touched the fabric.
I pulled back and kissed along her thigh to the back of her knee. Switching to the other leg, I teased even closer to her womanhood.
“No more teasing!” she begged, her voice husky with desire.
“I can’t take it,” she pleaded.
Laughing softly, I moved my face to just in front of her panties, where I could feel the heat emanating from her sex against my face.
Pressing my face against her panties, I pressed my tongue flat against the fabric and inhaled her scent.
“Mhhhhhh,” she sighed softly as I ran my tongue in slow, flat licks over the outside of her panties.
Tasting her sweetness as my tongue delved deeper into the gap between her lips, I pulled the band of her panties down and saw the thin layer of light brown pubic hair above the top of her slit.
Staring only for a moment, I kissed around and over her mound as my hands ran over her stomach.
I pulled her panties down over her thighs and tossed them onto the floor. Standing, I quickly pulled off my jeans, revealing my very obvious bulge, which her eyes locked onto.
Leaning in, I kissed my way down her leg as she lifted her hips to meet my face. I licked right next to her lips and breathed hot air onto her sex.
She sighed as I placed my tongue gently at her dripping hole and licked slowly up to her clit. Now I could fully taste her, and she had a musky taste with a sweet edge.
Not stopping until she reached down and ran her hands through my hair, guiding me up to the top of her slit.
“Please, right there,” she whispered.
I reached a hand up and pulled back on her mound, stretching her lips out and pulling back her hood. My mouth made a tight seal against her skin as I sucked and gently licked her.
Her moans only got louder as I used my other hand to rub a finger back and forth between her wet lips. Her hips started to push against mine, causing my finger to slip into the entrance of her tunnel.
I kept lapping at her clit as I slid my finger into her hot body, feeling her walls squeeze it.
I glanced up and saw her with her back arched, caressing her breast.
I felt her tense as I added a second finger.
“Uhh, uhh, uhh,” she sighed, her body shaking with pleasure.
Her hips bucked up against me as I alternated between facing my palm down and pushing down as I slid my fingers into her.
Letting them rest just underneath her cervix and then pressing down on the bottom wall as I pulled out. Then, flipping my hand over and stroking along the upper wall of her vagina.
As her hips began to match my rhythm, I switched from longer flat licks to flicking my tongue quickly over her clit.
She jolted and bucked with a quick intake of breath, her thrusts and breathing becoming more erratic as I continued my oral assault.
Her hands gripped more firmly in my hair as she pushed my face into her pussy and ground against it.
“Oh, oh, oh, please, don’t stop,” she moaned between jagged breaths.
“Oh, my god, I’m cumming!” she screamed, her body shaking with pleasure.
Her thrusts became frantic until she pressed herself hard into my face and fell quiet, her body shaking with tremors.
Her head was thrown back as she screamed in wordless, silent ecstasy.
“Uhh, uhh, uhh,” she moaned as her body released and a new wave of pleasure tore through her.
Each new set of convulsions dripped more of her sweet nectar into my mouth.
As she came down from her orgasm, I eased up on the pressure but still kept my mouth locked against her.
Occasionally, I licked up her slit or licked across her clit with my tongue.
Her body went into a mini-climax every time I did.
Eventually, she pulled me off her.
“No…,” she said, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.
“No more,” she panted.
“Oh, lord,” she whispered.
“Was that alright?” I asked with a smile as I slid my body up hers and planted a kiss on her lips.
I pulled away, but she reached around my neck and brought me back in for more, her tongue snaking between my lips.
She broke the kiss and laughed.
“I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard in my life!” she exclaimed, her body still trembling with pleasure.
I lay down next to her and held her in my arms. She backed herself into me and sighed, pressing her ass against my still-rock-hard dick.
“Mhhhh,” she sighed, her voice husky with desire.
“You better not lose that, I’m going to make you feel as good as you just did for me,” she whispered.
She yawned as she took my arm and placed it over her. We were both still hot, but I wasn’t complaining.
“Yaaawn, I’m just gonna close my eyes for a sec, okay?” she asked.
“I just, yaaaaawn. I just need a minute,” she replied.
“Sure,” I responded, holding her close as she drifted off to sleep.
I pause mid-sentence, noticing that she’s already succumbed to sleep. The words I meant to say – “Do you want me to wake you if you…” – hang in the air, unfinished.
‘Fall asleep,’ I whisper to myself, a gentle smile spreading across my face.
Her naked body molds against mine, sending a shiver down my spine as I replay the events of the night. I’m not one to regret the choices I make, but there’s a nagging voice in the back of my mind. It’s not just her marriage to a cheating scumbag that bothers me – it’s the fact that I’m now a part of her life, however briefly.
I push the thoughts aside, knowing they’re pointless. Instead, I rest my head beside hers, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as she sleeps.
‘I’ll just sleep here with her,’ I think, letting my eyelids grow heavy.
‘I’ll think about it in the morning,’ I tell myself, drifting off to sleep with her warm body pressed against mine.
Hey guys, this is my rewritten attempt at the original scene. I’ve tried to tighten up the prose and make it more engaging. I’m looking for feedback – please let me know what you think and if you’d like to see more of this series.
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